I'm at the store buying plan b and vodka
the cocktail of hope
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
You dont understand. she was my french AND spanish teacher. that's 2 kinds of freaky. i have to find her on facebook.
The view from the bathroom floor this morning is fabulous
Retelling stories from our semester makes me realize we need to get tested for herpes.
I traded my shirt for vodka. I wonder if my parents can pinpoint where they went wrong raising me.
He is currently pregaming mini golf. MINI GOLF.
True friends don't judge, they just try to have more booty calls than you do.
It happened to me once. But i washed off in a duck pond and walked home naked.
I told him the only reason I'd sleep with him is if we have a threesome because I'll need moral support
I just added Tubthumping to the playlist for tonight. This is going to make or break the party.
I'm at a loss. By loss I mean singing songs from Wicked and pretending I'm at the Oscars
No way in hell. Unless I was drunk Tindering again....my swiping finger gets drunk too I guess
Well yeah. But im not sure i trust the black out drunk high girl giving life advice
we should paint friendship bongs
Randomize
